Page 102 of Black and White, Twice the Might

I pull my phone out of my pocket and put some music on as I wipe down the sides. Today starts our new healthier eating regime, so I’ve created four fruit bowls. The boys will complain, but tough, we need to counteract all the rubbish we’ve been eating.

I’m dancing as I clean, and suddenly Sly spins me round and takes my hands, dances around the kitchen with me. We’re completely ignoring the music beat and just dance, swaying and spinning.

“And I’m off back to bed,” I hear Xander suddenly say from the doorway.

Sly and I laugh.

“Don’t go, breakfast is ready,” I tell him, as we stop dancing.

“I’m impressed you’re up already,” Sly says, dropping a kiss on my head and pulling away.

“Not used to sleeping in,” Xander confesses. “I tried just lying in bed, but got bored. I looked in on Enoch, and he was snoring his head off.”

“How late were you two up last night?” I ask, walking over to the bowls and putting them on the table.

Xander grins, walking to the table. “Late.” The smile falls off his face when he sees the fruit.

“I made sure you had lots of strawberries,” I tell him, as Sly brings drinks over.

“Yay,” he flops down onto a chair. “Yummy.”

Sly and I laugh at him.

“There’s yoghurt in the fridge, if you want to add it,” Sly informs him.

Xander shakes his head. “No, I will suffer the boring fruit bowl on its own.”

“Your sacrifice is appreciated by us, and your body,” I tease. “I’m popping out to the shops after breakfast, want to come?”

Xander nods. “Yep, please.”

“I’ll stay here and start sorting my study out,” Sly says.

“If you get bored, you and Enoch can start carrying my chocolate equipment down to the workshop.”

Sly nods. “We can do that.”

“Thanks.”

Xanderand I are walking to the shops. It’s cold, like really cold, and both of us are wrapped up.

“Do you think we might get snow?” Xander asks hopefully, shoving his hands in his coat pocket.

“Maybe, it’s cold enough for it,” I say. I love snow. Not driving in it obviously, but looking at it on the grass and trees.

As we walk past some shops, we bump into Ben and Elliot.

“How’s the new house?” Elliot asks. “Ben told me you’ve just moved in.”

“The house is perfect,” Xander says, before I can.

“If you’re still here Sunday, come to our family lunch,” I offer.

“Thanks, I’ll check with the others. A few of us are sticking around for the fireworks event, but they are heading out straight after. I’ll see if I can stay an extra couple of days,” Elliot says.

“If you need somewhere to stay, we have a spare room,” I tell him.

Elliot grins. “Thanks, I’ll let you know.”